BOOM!
The Divine Soul of the Golden-Winged Peng Bird detonated, its body shattering into large chunks of flesh and blood. Better to be a shattered jade than an intact tile.
The Purple-Robed Immortal hadn't expected his opponent to act so resolutely. The True Spirit Level Golden-Winged Peng Bird was still useful. How could such a rare True Spirit Divine Beast be destroyed?
He changed his pointing finger into a palm! His palm seemed to encompass a world, holding all things within it.
The self-detonation power of the Golden-Winged Peng Bird formed a tide, surging in all directions. This force couldn't destroy the world within the palm and was gradually nullified by the power within the palm.
The scattered flesh and blood gathered within his palm, not a single drop leaking out. The Purple-Robed Immortal carefully preserved the flesh and blood of the Golden-Winged Peng Bird within his palm.
